【Lianbei】Food marrow to know the taste

The weather has been exceptionally good these past few days, and the temperature has picked up, warmer than the previous few days.The impatient students have already put on short sleeves, and they are free and easy on the court.But Bei Jing was crying and nestled on the sofa at home, sipping the pork rib soup that his uncle had simmered on the stove before leaving.

That day when he returned to the real world from the "enchantment", when he was still in shock, he first supported his bleeding leg and swollen ankle and howled desperately for help.The school doctor who was obsessed with games came in yawning, and then forgot to close his mouth wide open - he really couldn't understand how this boy tortured himself into such a miserable state in just a few hours.Simply deal with it and notify the head teacher to send it to the hospital.The doctor didn't say anything. Everyone in the family felt this kind of weakness.After finishing the treatment, he prescribed some medicine and said some precautions, and then sent him back, leaving only Bei Jing blinking his eyes and trying to make up a decent reason for the supernatural experience in the afternoon, and confused the matter in front of the wryly smiling old class.

The day of the injury was Wednesday, and he begged his uncle to take the remaining four days off.The uncle just scolded him a few words, and his subordinates silently made a lot of nutritious food.In broad daylight, when the spring is shining brightly, Bei Jing is left alone at home watching TV.

It's not that he avoids going to school a lot, this kind of injury is on weekdays, even if he is on crutches, he still wants to go to school to talk to his buddies, instead of being alone at home and having to cook for lunch by himself.But the experience of that day made him somewhat psychologically shadowed about the school—especially the side building, even if it was only in some kind of "enchantment".

After finishing the soup, he hugged the pillow on the sofa and fell asleep vaguely.In the dream, there was another pile of messy scenes, a huge black cloud was pressing heavily on him with a thousand-ton force, and there were stern lightning flashes in it, as if calling for a fierce beast from the ancient times.He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the TV broadcasted "Welcome to watch the news for [-] minutes..."

Bei Jing fiddled with the messy hair on his forehead a few times, it was covered with sweat.The sun shines through the windows of the house, filling most of the living room, and it is very warm.Putting aside the pillow, I was stunned for a while, recalling the plot of the dream, but I couldn't remember clearly.

After thinking about the issues of life and the universe for a while, the young man decisively decided to fill his stomach first.

Dragging his legs, which were still not very smooth, he limped open the refrigerator.Sure enough, there are still ingredients for fried rice.

Bei Jing hummed the tune he didn't know where he heard, beat the eggs, and chopped some cucumbers and carrots.Because my uncle is very busy with work, he has learned to cook since he was a child.Not very good at it, and I have never eaten it for anyone, and I feed myself.I never mentioned this point when I was chatting with my buddies, and I always felt that there was nothing to say.

"Is the injury better?"

"--Wow!"

……

Lianhua stood behind Beijing, watching the boy throw the knife away abruptly, then turned around and looked at herself in shock.

"Hey, hey, are you trespassing on a private house? No, how do you know I live here?"

Because I can smell you.Lianhua thought in her heart, and glanced at the boy's fingers that had just cut vegetables, but they were not hurt.Bei Jing also seemed to be aware of his gaze, thinking of the mysterious attribute of "bloodthirsty" of this unknown man, he closed his ten fingers into a stiff fist.

"People from Kongsang haven't come to look for you, have they? Hmph, they've been too busy to take care of themselves recently."

After speaking, he turned around and left the kitchen, and naturally sat on the sofa where Bei Jing had just been lying down to sleep.Bei Jing wondered in his heart that this person might just stare at him while sleeping, so he chased him out, and said angrily, "Hey, this is my home, can I invite you out?"

Originally, he wanted to chase people away with righteous words, but because of his leg injury, he staggered ridiculously in just a few steps, and almost fell directly on the back of the sofa in the end.Lianhua looked at him amusedly, and took out a small round box from his pocket: "This is the medicine in the Nine Heavens, which is specially used for treating injuries and bones, and it is much more effective than the things in the world."

Bei Jing took it suspiciously, and when he opened it, it was a creamy yellow paste, exuding a faint herbal fragrance.

Hmph, uneasy and kind, he thought so, but he didn't put it back directly, but continued to ask: "Are you... are you also a 'soul eater'?"

"I am the spirit of the lotus blood duck, just call me Lianhua."

Hmm...never.

Bei Jing also sat on the sofa, but automatically chose the corner farthest from Lianhua, staring at him warily: "What do you want to do here?"

Lianhua Xueya straightened her hair, leaned closer, and said with a hint of teasing in her long and narrow eyes, "I'll see how you are doing, and then kidnap you and return to the Immortal Feast Altar."

The corners of Bei Jing's mouth stiffened for a moment, and the Lotus Blood Duck approached his neck, sniffing his breath lightly: "It should be nothing serious."

...so what the hell are you smelling.Bei Jing slandered inwardly, but saw the bandage on the man's left arm hastily wrapped with blood on it, thinking of his "self-mutilation" behavior when he was fighting with the Buddha jumping over the wall that day, he felt even more puzzled.

But what is certain is that this person—whether he is human or not!Definitely a downright dangerous element.Thinking of this, Bei Jing unconsciously grabbed the side of the sofa with one hand, and said resolutely: "Since you are here, I will tell you, whether it is 'Kongsang' or 'Yanxiantan', I never thought of choosing either side. I'm just an ordinary high school student, not a 'soul eater'. Even if these messy things really exist, I don't want to have anything to do with you!"

Lianhua looked at the young man's slightly flushed face and stubborn attitude, snorted coldly, and pointed outside the door: "Do you know how many nightmares coveted you outside your house a few days after you were injured? Yes, It was the thing that attacked you that afternoon. You are injured now, and you have no way to deal with them, and they are the best food for them."

Thinking of the rotting "skin" of those leftovers and the stench around them, Bei Jing covered his mouth and opened his eyes wide: "Huh? But I have been..."

"Because I killed them all."

Little brat, you can thank me for saving my life.Lianhua thought so in her heart.

And Bei Jing's expression was unpredictable. Thinking of the few days when he was at home salting fish and fighting with a few guys who were staring at him outside the door... This guy in front of him, no matter how he thought about it, he was really perverted.

……

"Besides, as long as the recipe is passed down, the soul-eating body will never die." Lianhua squeezed the boy's chin, forcing him to look directly into her scarlet eyes, and sneered, "Even if you reject any of us, you will never be able to do it in the world." Have an ordinary life. You will watch the people around you grow old and die one by one, and then you will be left alone in the world forever.”

"No one will agree with you, your life has no meaning. Even, there is no one who can be an enemy."

Perhaps because the content was too heavy, Bei Jing forgot to refute for a while.Lianhua snorted and let go of her hand, but at this moment she heard the boy clearly ask: "Have you ever lived in the world?"

Lianhua paused for a moment, then hummed.

"Then how did you realize that you are a soul eater? And why did you choose the Immortal Feast Altar?"

In an instant, certain distant memories churned in his mind again.Dust and sand were flying on the ancient road, and millions of enemy soldiers approached the city. Under the scorching sun, the light reflected from the armor was like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.And that person, guarding a lonely city alone, didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand, only the determination to die.

But he rode his horse and made a surprise attack, with only a long spear in his hand, he entered the army formation, as if he had entered the land of no one.He has often fought on the battlefield since he was born, but he has never seen so much blood that day.The pungent fishy smell, the viscous touch, all you can see are white blades and bright red.

Then... He had never hated this immortal body so much.

"Hey you……"

Bei Jing noticed that his expression was not right, and got up to dodge, but Lianhua grabbed his arm.

"From the day I was born, I knew that I was transformed into a spirit, and I was born for the battlefield. As for why I left the world... because the country I swore to protect has been destroyed, and this world can no longer tolerate a murderer like me." It's like a nasty ghost."

Facing the stunned young man, he said softly in a gentle yet creepy tone: "I chose the Immortal Feast Altar because he can help me restore my country."

"I want to tear up this history and call back my country!"

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Bei Jing: Also, can you rewrite the history books...